Jinxiu Pavilion is located not far from the entrance of Yunzhong City. It is the largest shop selling women's fashionable clothes and jewelry in the city. A moon-white sunset flower crawls over the eaves, making guests who enter the shop feel a bit cool.
A woman's laughter could be heard in the shop.
"Sister Qingyang."
Si Miao, who was trotting all the way, saw the woman in Tsing Yi who was about to go in at the door of the shop. She waved her hands happily and trotted forward: "I asked why I can't see you today, but you are here."
Qingyang turned his head and saw the girl running towards her. He smiled and stretched out his hand to catch her: "What a coincidence, why are you here too?"
Si Miao pointed back casually: "I came out with Brother Feng."
Qingyang just noticed that the man behind her who was walking towards them through the bustling crowd suddenly had a meaningful expression on his face.
It seems that Si Miao is a sure bet as a husband.
"Then you come with me for a walk." Qingyang and Feng Fanxiao nodded and said hello, then stretched out their hands to take Si Miao's arm.
The gorgeous sunshine was shining on everyone on the street. Qingyang, who was carrying the light, seemed to be glowing with golden light, which made Si Miao and Feng Fanxiao dazzled.
There was a steady stream of people walking back and forth on the street, but no one noticed that someone quietly approached them.
Qingyang pulled Si Miao and was about to walk into Jinxiu Pavilion, when a hand reached out from the crowd and grabbed her arm.
She was shocked. She didn't have time to think, so her instinctive reaction was to push Si Miao away and wanted to get the whip wrapped around her waist.
"Qingyang, it's really you."
The hand that just touched the whip froze there instantly.
The voice seemed to come from the sky. There was a lot of people around, but none of the noisy voice fell into her ears. Only the six soft words fell into her heart.
Standing not far away, Feng Fanxiao was a little bit blinded by the sunlight. Everything happened between the lightning and flint. When he saw Si Miao who was pushed away by Qingyang and wanted to rush forward, the eyes exposed in the light His face also stunned him.
Although they had only met a few times, and although they had never spoken a few words, he remembered that face clearly.
Si Miao, who finally stood firm, didn't care about the cakes that rolled all over the floor when she accidentally let go. She wanted to run back to Qing Yang, but Feng Fanxiao grabbed her and said, "Don't go."
She turned around stiffly and saw a pair of slightly red eyes, her eyes filled with water, holding tears that could fall at any time, and she was stunned on the spot.
"It's you." She finally couldn't help it and hugged him, "I miss you so much."
Jiuxia's eyes curved up, just like the curved moon in the night sky: "Your hair accessories haven't changed yet. It seems that I didn't miss your wedding."
Qingyang let go of his hand, held the hands of the person in front of him and said excitedly: "Did you come here specially to attend my wedding? Girl, did you come alone? Is she still in southern Xinjiang or is she following you? Got up?"
Jiu Xia laughed: "I haven't seen you for a year, and you really haven't changed at all. You are so reckless." After saying this, she turned her head and lowered her voice slightly. "The girl and Brother Wen both came with me. They just It's at the teahouse opposite," she said while pointing to the teahouse beside her. "You also know that the girl's health is not that good, so she is resting there."
Qingyang looked in the direction of her finger. There were many guests on the second floor, but she still saw the person sitting by the window at a glance. His black hair was only tied up with a white ribbon, and he was dressed in moon-white clothes. The long gown seemed a little out of place with the surroundings.
The person by the window was drinking tea with her head down. At that moment, she seemed to feel Qingyang's gaze, raised her head and met her eyes.
Qingyang, long time no see.
No one in the surrounding crowd stopped, but the woman in green who was in a daze on the street looked a little strange.
Feng Fanxiao looked in the direction Qingyang was looking, and saw the person at the window: "Miss Gu." He blurted out, but subconsciously covered his mouth.
He didn't expect to see the person the city lord wanted on the street at all, and his shock was no less than Qingyang's.
At that moment, the first reaction that came to his mind was to go back and tell the city lord. When he saw Qingyang and Jiuxia not turning back and walking into the teahouse, he took Simiao's hand without hesitation: "Walk."
"Where are you going? Brother Feng, I haven't told Sister Qingyang yet." Si Miao looked stunned, but Feng Fanxiao pulled her up without hesitation, "Qingyang met an old friend, and I'm afraid I won't have time to talk to you at this time. I want to go back to see the city lord immediately, you come with me."
He witnessed the encounter between the city lord and Gu Guzhu. Although he did not understand emotions, he could see that the emotional bond between the two of them was not just a simple love between a man and a woman, but what was it like? He couldn't see through or understand emotions, but he knew that at this moment, the City Lord must want to see Gu Guzhu more than anyone else.
To return to the mansion from the entrance of Jinxiu Pavilion, you need to pass through most of Yunzhong City.
Si Miao let Feng Fanxiao pull her and walked quickly among the crowd. He walked so fast that she could hardly keep up. In the sunlight, she seemed to be able to see a slight drop of sweat on his forehead.
She didn't know what was going on, but at this moment she just kept her mouth shut, not wanting to cause any trouble to her sweetheart.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I happened to meet the seller selling pastries just now, and he was struggling to stop the cart.
The salesman saw Feng Fanxiao and waved hurriedly: "Sir, I have brought you cakes."
His pace did not slow down, but he suddenly stopped when he was very close to the salesman. Si Miao beside him couldn't stop for a moment and bumped into him hard.
"Oops." She whispered, subconsciously reaching out to cover her forehead.
"Sorry," Feng Fanxiao had no time to think about it, "Si Miao, these cakes are bought for you. You are here. I have something urgent to see the city lord, so be careful."
Before Si Miao could say anything, she could only see Feng Fanxiao's leaving figure.
Passing through the courtyard with green bamboos and flowing water, many disciples came across them sweeping the house and offering disciple salutes to him. He just nodded slightly and did not stop walking.
"Fan Xiao, why are you in such a hurry?"
Someone called him from not far away, and when he turned around, he realized that it was Nan Liyu walking towards him quickly.
"Brother, just in time, do you know where the city lord is?"
"He is at Lanting in the backyard. What happened?"
Feng Fanxiao paused: "I just met Miss Gu."
There were mixed peanut trees, and the sunlight had already been somewhat tilted to the west, stretching the two figures into a long line.
Nan Liyu paused for a long time before asking softly: "Can you see clearly?"
He nodded: "Miss Qingyang has already gone to see her. Miss Gu must be right. I think the city lord wants to see her very much, so he came back quickly."
"Let's go." Nan Liyu walked towards the backyard without hesitation.
The Orchid Pavilion in the backyard was shrouded in a light purple mist, and the wisteria climbing up the pavilion pillars blocked most of the sunlight.
The man in the pavilion was holding a book and reading quietly.
The tea in the purple clay cup in front of him had gradually cooled down, but he didn't care. He picked up the cup with his left hand and put it to his lips and took a sip.
A white bird flapped its wings and fluttered into the pavilion. It seemed not to be afraid of the people in the pavilion and paced back and forth in front of the pavilion with its feet raised.
The backyard is very quiet, except for the occasional chirping of birds, and the only sound is the wind chimes that have stopped and occasionally ring out.
Nan Liyu stopped.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Feng Fanxiao looked at him with some confusion.
He glanced at Ranchen not far away, then looked back at Feng Fanxiao beside him, his eyes suddenly changed: "If what you saw today is really Miss Gu, then should we really tell the city lord?"
"The city lord has been thinking about Miss Gu for so long since he came back from Jialan City. Why didn't you tell him?"
Nan Liyu didn't know what to say. Among the five, he was the oldest, so he had the most things to think about. He paused for a moment and then said: "That's all, it all depends on God's will. I don't know if Master Wen will follow Miss Gu." Back together."
While Nan Liyu was still hesitating whether to tell Ranchen about Gu Jianghe's return to the Central Plains, Qingyang was sitting on the edge of Gu Jianghe in Chaosheng Pavilion, his hands holding hers still trembling slightly.
Gu Jianghe held her hand and squeezed it hard. His voice was choked, but his face was still full of joy: "We traveled day and night to get here because we were afraid that we wouldn't be able to catch up with your wedding date. Now it's better. It seems we haven't." miss."
Qingyang's heart warmed: "Girl, did you come back specifically for me?"
"Otherwise," Jiu Xia joked from the side, "It's so cold in the Central Plains. If I hadn't come back to drink your wedding wine, I wouldn't have let the girl come back. The weather in southern Xinjiang is perfect for her."
"But neither of you knows martial arts. It's so dangerous along the way. Why didn't Brother Wen come back with you? He's too unreliable."
She was still immersed in the joy of seeing her relatives, but she suddenly remembered the most important thing. The girl was so weak, and Jiu Xia was so fragile. How dangerous this journey must be. Only then did she realize that she had not seen Wen Ji just now. Rou, didn't you come back with them? It's really unreliable at all.
"Girl, I haven't seen you in a year, but your habit of making things up about me hasn't changed at all."
While Qingyang was feeling depressed, a teasing voice came from the side.
While she was looking stunned, an old man with a white beard wearing a bamboo hat came over with a bottle of wine and sat down at the table.
"you you you--"
"Hahahahaha——"
Seeing Qingyang stuttering, Jiuxia and Gu Jianghe couldn't help laughing.
"You saw Brother Wen when you just came up. Didn't you recognize him?"
"Why are you dressed up like this?"
Wen Jirou pulled the fake beard on her face helplessly: "This is not a gift from your master."
"Okay, okay," Gu Jianghe smiled and patted Qingyang's hand, "You two, stop bickering. I was originally thinking about when I could see you, but now it's great. Your wedding date is set. ?"
Qingyang nodded: "There are still fifteen days left. Girl, do you want to meet the city lord?"
The sky was gradually getting darker, and the originally lively market began to become much quieter. Many vendors had begun to pack up their stalls and prepare to go home. The restaurants and restaurants on both sides of the street began to become bustling with people.
This vast world seems to be connected by an invisible network. Every time we are separated, we always think that we will never see each other again, but fate always connects everyone together again and again.
When she stayed in southern Yunnan, she thought she was far away from this world, but she didn't expect that she would eventually come back here.
She glanced at the person opposite with some concern.
"Master, the Holy One has issued a secret decree. You will be seen alive and dead, and your corpse will be seen. Even if your bones are crushed and ashes are scattered, you will still be brought back to see him with your ashes."
That day in the Linglong Flower World, Sifeng's words really made her take a breath of air.
That aloof emperor was so cruel to him.
The bond between Yunzhong City and the imperial court cannot be severed. If Wen Jirou and Ranchen meet again today, will it be a blessing or a curse?
